Whatever wine is, it’s a

img_9869more-than-just-something something.  It’s a galactic tumble of effort and stories, of lives and family and music, space and soil— scents and dirt, rocks, animals that walk the vineyard rows when humans aren’t around.  The next bottle I open I promise to write with its chords and keys.. writing as me but not, more writing as the bottle and as it speaks to me.